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again, see belowThere are so many people I know who say they have seen life in the most core of essences, who have breathed the scented air of paradise And frozen in the mountains of truth, who have loved inside and out without a care for being loved in return, Only loving, until it was all that mattered. Now, they say, love has departed and left jealous feelings, sorrowful feelings, bitter and self-righteous feelings.again, see below
How can I tell them that love, in its truest, weakest, bold faced and naked bottom form Is not but the essence of ourselves and
by ~artemisballet
KerstinThere was a girl Who sat one day With no one else With her to play.Kerstin
She was so bored, She went inside, And cut her veins Until they dried.
And as she lay In pools of red, She found she couldn't Get into bed.
This thought made Her happy, you see: She could stay up Till ten thirty-three!
But soon she became Quite stoic again; Nothing excited her— Not even the pain.
But now she couldn't Do much but sigh, So she decided She might as well die.
Everyone gasped
by ~artemisballet
wake me when the sun comes upIn the weak light she is white Her skin is papery; soft, frail, opaque She is clear-cut glass In the dim light she is a canvas stretched out on the bed She glows And her eyes remain black He is darker than the night surrounding them And his eyes, they glow like diamonds The viscous night spreads over her As his hands move over her body It is poetry, a sonnet furiously scribbled down her neck A painting, his mouth dripping ink into hers The blackness spills and pools in her chest Cavernous hole, dark as a ravine at night His inspiration materialized Dim twake me when the sun comes up
by ~artemisballet
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- Current Residence: my home is not a house
- Interests: stories with real conflict
- Favourite movie: Hedwig and the Angry Inch
- Favourite band or musician: Flaming Lips/Bright Eyes/Elliott Smith/Eisley/Radiohead/Danny Elfman
- Favourite genre of music: I really love ethereal music, especially if it's Celtic
- Favourite artist: Amy Brown, the surrealists and the impressionists (or at least their ideas)
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Bronte/Ayn Rand/Li Po/Gibran/Pullman/Silverstein/Hesse/Ende/Palahniuk/Arundhati Roy
- Favourite photographer: why so many favorites
- Personal Quote: I'm only happy when it rains.
- Tools of the Trade: All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.
- AIM: filletduck007
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starting anew.
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...yes, it really is me. No, I'm not juiced up on Halloween candy.
Yet.
I had 4 Butterfingers, 3 Reese's Cups, and 2 Nestle Crunch bars when I got home from school at 5. None since.
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..but if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary ;.
"I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free."
I <3 you the most
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Torque. It's how I roll.
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"The reason that some portraits don't look true to life is that some people make no effort to resemble their pictures." Salvador Dali
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Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China.
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My PRINTS: Dancing to the sound of voodoo and fish nightmares
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